{"id":1200,"date":"2024-07-01T11:11:33","date_gmt":"2024-07-01T18:11:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/loopcntr.net\/musings\/?p=1200"},"modified":"2024-07-01T11:11:33","modified_gmt":"2024-07-01T18:11:33","slug":"on-the-death-of-a-secret-lover","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/loopcntr.net\/musings\/on-the-death-of-a-secret-lover\/","title":{"rendered":"On the Death of a Secret Lover"},"content":{"rendered":"\r\n\r\n
I open my mouth to let
\tthe part of him that is in me go
\twhere it needs to.
It flows from my toes and groin
\tthrough the chakras
In, out, with my breath,
\tin both directions,
\tin all directions.
The corners of my mouth dry,
\tmy tongue searches.
\tIs it a scream, a moan, a hymn, a murmur of
\tthe wind in pine trees
\tthat hover silently near my lips?
I want to tell the world
\tthat we were connected,
\tthat he changed my life,
\tme, everything.
\tThat even after twenty-three years of silence
\tthe broken connection
\tbleeds.
There are hundreds like you,
\tyou have no claim on him.
\t
It isn\u2019t a claim.
Just love.